“Say it.”
“I missed you.” I lean forward and catch his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping at it. “Every day.”
His hands tighten on my waist. “Show me how much.”
Boldly, I grind down on him, feeling his hard cock beneath me. “Like this?”
“Fuck,” he breathes, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my hair and tilt my head back. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
“Good.” A smile tugs at my mouth as I roll my hips again. “That’s exactly what I want.”
With a sweep of his hand, he pushes my undergarments aside and touches me. “What else do you want?”
“You,” I say, the word breathy, desperate as he teases my clit.
“That’s it,” he says against my throat. “Let me hear you.”
I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he works me higher. “Please...”
“Please what?”
“I need...” The words dissolve into a moan as he increases his pace.
“Tell me what you need, Annora,” he commands. “Tell me, and it’s yours.”
I arch into his touch, craving more. “I need you inside me.”
He makes a rough sound in the back of his throat as he yanks at my clothes, pulling them off.
I’m just as frantic, tugging his surcoat over his head and running my hands over the hard planes of his chest.
This is what I’ve been missing. This connection. This intimacy. And now he’s here—solid and real beneath my hands.
I press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” He kisses me again, claiming me with every slide of his lips, every stroke of his tongue.
The stables fade away until there’s nothing but the way we move together, the sounds of our ragged breathing, the scorching heat building between us.
His hands skim over my body—down my sides, over my breasts, across my stomach. I rock against him, seeking more friction, more pleasure, more of this delicious ache building in my core.
He groans and digs into my hips as he pulls me harder against him, but it’s not enough. I want him inside me, want to feel him stretching and filling me.
As if understanding what I need, he shifts and sheathes himself inside me. I cry out as my body stretches to accommodate him.
The gods help me!
I’ve missed this.
Missed him.
My fingers tangle in his hair as I pull his mouth to mine. I want to drown in him, in the feel of his lips against mine, his hands sliding down my body.
His hands move exactly where I need them, stoking the fire inside me until my blood pounds and my heart races.
I tilt my hips, seeking a different angle, something to push me closer to the edge. Jasce groans as he changes position, thrusting even deeper.
“Yes,” I gasp. “There...”
